UK

LONDON - Thousands of celebrating Britons gathered outside Peckham Council House Abbey to toss rice and empty vodka bottles this afternoon, following the gala royal wedding of HRH Tiffany Skinner, Chavesse of Alcester, and Wayne MacDuffie, Grand Ned of Glasgow.

The much-anticipated wedding also brought together Great Britain's two largest Delinquencies - the Chavs of England and the Neds of Scotland - under a unified monarchy. Royal watcher Barry Kyle of The Daily Lucky Lotto Numbers expressed hopes that the wedding would end long-simmering enmities between the two cultures.

"Iss brilliant, innit?" said Kyle. "No more rows at the pub or the disco. No more stabbings in the football stands. Today we stand as bruvvas to cash our giro cheques as vomit as one."

Stores across London did a brisk business in souvenir shoplifting for the event, including Harrod's department store in toney Knightsbridge which offered a wide array of commemorative thongs and hashpipes to eager and sticky-fingered visitors.

The regal ceremony began in the early hours of Friday as the Grand Ned led a procession of Skodas from Glasgow south to the cheers and spit of spectators along the M6 and M1. Arriving at Peckham Abbey, the groom emerged from his car dressed in the traditional Ned formal wedding garb of Burberry tartan track suit, trucker hat and Doc Martens.

Inside the Abbey the Chavesse was waiting at the altar in a thigh-length Union Jack wedding gown with a full-length train borne by the couple's two oldest children, Princess Kortnee and Princess Kaitlyn, who wore matching halter tops. She was also attended by 8 bridesmaids in matching lime green spandex.

As the Grand Ned walked down the aisle, he paused momentarily to acknowledge the gang signs of the star-studded guests who included the Boganess of Melborne, the Duke and Dutchess of Fontana, and the Ginger of Roxbury, Massachusetts. Before ascending the altar steps he shared a touching and sometimes shoving moment with his parents, King Yobbo IV and Queen Lulu.

The brief ceremony, broadcast live to council flats and trailer parks worldwide by the BBC, was presided by the Archbishop of Chatam who admonished the guest to refrain from vomiting until the conclusion.

"An' do youse Tiffany promise ta give Wayne here a bloody good shag?" said the Archbishop, turning to the bride.

"Aye, if the bastard gets his bloody arse ou' o' the fookin pub," she replied.

"Well, give 'em the bloody ring an' let's get fookin drunk," said the Archbishop, motioning to the ring bearer, and the couple's eldest son Prince Kaden, 6.

After the traditional head-butt, royal DJ Paki P struck up an electro-house version of "Rule Brittania." The newlyweds emerged from the Abbey to the cheers of the throng and were whisked away in a Burberry Vauxhall to a local disco for the traditional post-nuptial chair fight.

Elegant wedding limousine

After a brief nude honeymoon in Ibiza, the couple will return to Peckham for the birth of their 6th child, due May 11.

Royal watcher Barry Kyle hinted that today's gala wedding was only the beginning of a new era of Britain's Chav monarchy consolidating power.

"The world is gettin' smaller, innit?" he said. "You didn't hear it from me, but there's rumors that the Grand Ned's sister is getting engaged to the Situation of Jersey."

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Master of the sparkling send-up
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Jules Crittenden"I have received no remuneration or consideration of any kind for this shameless fawning boosterism and free advertising. Nor do I require any. To have been in some small way associated with the global Iowahawk phenomenon is more than most of us can aspire to in our miserable, inconsequential little lives. To bask in its electronic glow is to sense the existence of immortality."

Hot Flashes"The man I’d most likely invite to my bedroom in another life"

Jim Henshaw"Neo-cons may not be as humorless as I thought, as this essay from Conservative blogger Iowahawk will attest. Even if you hate his politics, this is funny stuff"

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Bill Whittle, National Review"My friend Iowahawk writes some of the most brilliant satire I have ever read. He likes to come across as a beer-swilling gearhead — because he is — but look at this ... simply so that I may bask in its reflected glory"

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Quid Nimis"I think the reason I don't do Iowa Hawk everyday is the same reason I don't eat ice cream everyday: it's too good. That and the fact that I would have to leave my husband and stalk Dave Burge"

Tim Blair, Sydney Telegraph (Australia)"As Sandy Roberts says: 'When you think of Bhutan, you think of archery.' And when you think of Vettes, Ferraris and Hemi-powered rods, you think of Iowahawk and his LA-bound nitroclan"

Joseph Bottum, First Things"I’m on the board of a literary magazine at a small state university, and, at the board’s meeting this spring, the editor mentioned that he had wanted to reprint the blogger Iowahawk’s hilarious swipe at the archbishop of Canterbury... Unfortunately, the editor said, the magazine couldn’t do reprint it. The legal adviser from the university’s administration had said no—not on the grounds that it was offensive to Anglicans and their archbishop, but on the grounds that it mentioned Islam, and the school could receive bomb threats as a result of publishing it."

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Roger Kimball, Pajamas Media"inspired … I was going to say 'parody,' but really it is far too close to the original to be called a parody. Really, it is like the play Hamlet stages to 'catch the conscience of the King,' a dramatic re-enactment of the very crime Claudius had committed but had yet to acknowledge. It worked for Hamlet; will Iowahawk’s performance work for the rest of us? It is too early to tell. But ... it is more truthful, and far more amusing, than anything you’ll read in the [New York] Times."

Paul Kedrosky, Infectious Greed"I really don't know how best to summarize IowaHawk's you-are-there white-trash treatise... If you crossed Hunter Thompson and Michael Lewis, you might get something this angry and bizarre"

The McMuffins (UK)"Iowahawk and his lovely wife... did not appear to be the psychopathic stalking killers we had been warned about, although that Iowahawk did have a murderous look in his eyes and an unusual amount of froth coming from his mouth"

Blacklake (Hot Air Comments)"I’d say Iowahawk was a genius, but geniuses aren’t generally very clever. Plus, studies have shown that nine out of ten have no idea how to clean a carb. So, statistically speaking, his geniushood is unlikely."

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Blog Québécois"If Iowahawk ever decides to turn his guns on you, accept your beating with good grace and a rueful chuckle. If you try to fight back, it only gets funnier."

Roger Kimball (The New Criterion)"The excellent weblog IowaHawk summarized some of the thoughts I had... I must also laud David Burge of IowaHawk for his gritty pragmatism. He is no armchair crusader, full of empty imprecations."

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I stood speechless in his presence at a restaurant in Marina del Rey --- just speechless, weeping silently at the sheer magnetism and force of personality coming off the man in seismic waves; a transcendental, religious experience that kept me awake for a week, as if I had seen the heavens split open in a blaze of orange and purple glory, and all of God's Great Plan revealed.
And when he finally did speak, it was the sound of distant thunder echoing off ancient mountains, a sound that predates mankind's puny schreeching -- a sound that, indeed, is antecedent to the founding of Life on Earth and comes carried through the ether on the shock wave of ancient dying stars. And though he only spoke twelve words during the four hours I stood in his presence, those words are with me still, a perfect dozen seared into my memory, written in gold across the great hall of my mind.
He said, 'HEY, CAN YOU GET THIS ONE? I LEFT MY WALLET AT HOME.'"

Spongeworthy"But no shit, Iowahawk might get up tomorrow, get baked, grab his beautiful wife and ride his moped backwards to a Hells Angel rally, then drink himself into oblivion and fight about 7 crank dealers from the Racine chapter of the Death Jokers all by himself.
Then maybe he'd go home, romance the beautiful wife, build a perfect retro treehouse for his perfect kids, drink a bottle of tequila, prepare a 3-course meal while beating away a push-in home invader and sacrificing him on a makeshift, though historically accurate, Inca altar he built in the woods behind the railroad tracks.
Then he'd sit down and knock out a tremedously insulting Leftist parody that pissed off thread after thread of Kos and DU lunatics, romance the bride once again and fall asleep chuckling.
It's like he's Paul Bunyan and Mark Twain rolled up into one hipster"